The world problematique, a twisted image of beauty
To rule, androcracy
Barbaric image of beauty

When God was a woman
Who cared for all humanity
No one was left suffering at the hands of gylany
But then, but then, how could men make money?!

No longer the story of a Goddess giving life
'Cause now, birth is dirty
Yeah, we only care that he dies
We're obsessed with his death

The world problematique, a twisted image of beauty
To rule, androcracy
Barbaric image of beauty

“The men of her city
Shall stone her with stones, that she die"
Are these not your words
The very words you live by?
Say it to my face, now we stand, the chalice and the blade

You need the mother
To teach you how to behave
They'll be no more scapegoats
And there'll be no debate
Do you fear retribution, or is it a fantasy?

Don't you run your mouth
Or do you want me to clean it out?

I am the thought that dwells in the light
She who exists before the all
I move in every creature, I'm the invisible one

I am the real voice